Why is it so different this time , why is it touching us so intimately , it seems so vivid , the crimson blood dried on the face of a child , that blank look , the lifelessness a dead girl a dead boy . Fathers carrying their dead babies , mothers wailing with that look of denial and disbelief . We have become immune to images of death , but its the images of the ones left behind that are haunting our waking moments , a teenage brother pulling his sister from the ruins of a home , nothing left all is gone , they only have each other and his baby sister clings to him so tightly , like she knows from this moment on he is her everything . Injured man wakes up in hospital , only to know that his sons and daughter , sister and wife are all dead , no one left to console him no one around him to see his grief . Then the face of a paramedic , who just pulled the bodies of his mother and father from the rubble . Yet as much as it seems brutal and inhumane the attack on these people , they remain beautifully human , no exaggeration in their grief , they dont shout at the cameras with rage and anger. the bond between them is almost palpable as we see a family wrapping the body of a child , dignified they stand in prayer as a little sister steals a last kiss . Some may say its the cruelty of war , but in wars homes dont get targeted for the name of their families , in wars we see refugees and exodus ,but there is no where to run , in wars there are front lines and battle lines , in wars there are two armies . The madness of this vengeful brutality is matched by the madness of resisting with blood and death , a realization that the world had forsaken them , a world that sees them as less than human , so they defy , they resist and above all they bleed , and their blood is like our blood . Their sons and daughters look like our kids , and as we watch our kids , do we dare to see their kids faces , bloodied and distorted do we dare even in our strongest moments and even for a minute look into our childs eyes and see their blank lifeless eyes . These thoughts will continue to haunt us all , its like Gaza is casting a final spell on us as she gets burnt at the stake . Mocking our weakness taunting us to act to rage , as if in its death there is hope that our humanity lives .
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 13:07:05 +0000
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